Bang! Bang! Bang!
Drip! Drip! Drip!
The ceremonial cannons boomed, and the suonas played merrily.
Lian Qingfeng's heart, however, was heavy.
He quietly wiped the blood from his hands and, under cover of the smoke, changed his trousers.
Now, as he looked at Niu Dali, his feelings were complicated. "A person can have no bottom line, but at the very least, they shouldn't, they can't do this!"
Once Bitter Cold City's legion cultivators had celebrated for a while and the singing and dancing paused, the Officiant Daoist Nun dragged the cannon onto the field, huffing and puffing.
She lit the fuse, planted one hand on her hip, and pointed at the sky with the other.
"Two cannon blasts: the second spell duel begins!"
Boom!
The cannon thundered.
Lord Fierce Tiger rode his black tiger into the air and pointed at Bitter Cold City's cultivators. "Hey!"
"In the first spell duel, you chose [life cultivation], bullying my weak, powerless brother and piercing him from behind."
"For this second match, we choose [nature cultivation]. I, your Daoist master, will take advantage of your stiff bodies and mediocre methods to thoroughly humiliate you."
The legion commanders roared with laughter. "Of all of us who've gained a firm foothold in the Far Northern Land and survived until now, which one isn't a master among masters of Dual Cultivation of Nature and Life?"
"You think you can bully and humiliate us? Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Ridiculous!"
At that moment, the twelfth legion commander stood up. "Everyone, I'll go deal with this madman."
Just as he was about to enter the battlefield, Lian Qingfeng, who had hurriedly changed his trousers, urged his black cloud forward and limped over. "Brother, watch out for those fellows from the Far Western Land."
"From what I've seen, they have shifty brows and